Page 114 of Ruthless Creatures

He growls, “One more. Do it now.”

“What happens when I’m finished?”

“It’s my turn.”

I can’t catch my breath. My entire body is trembling. I whisper, “I’m scared.”

“I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. I promise.”

“No, I mean… I’m scared that I’ll like it.”

Holding my gaze, he says, “You will.”

Body hunger.

It’s a phrase I’ve heard before, but never understood. I do now, though. It’s a craving, aching, longing lust that seizes you and turns you ravenous. My entire physical being is so hungry for this man, I’m salivating.

I give Kage the final whack on his butt, then release his cock and back away from him, dropping the brush to the floor.

He slowly lowers his arms to his sides. He looks me up and down over his shoulder and licks his lips. He says softly, “Ten.”

His ass is red, his cock is hard, and he’s wearing an expressionlike a tiger that’s been released from its chains after fifty years of captivity.

He bends and pulls up his sweats. Then he turns to me, smoldering.

In his hard, dominant voice, he says, “Come here.”

Cold panic floods through my veins.Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god!

Quaking all over, I take a tentative step toward him. When I don’t go any farther, he gets impatient, holding out his hand. He gestures with his fingers for me to hurry the hell up.

I take a deep breath and keep walking, biting my lip as I go. When I’m standing right in front of him, he takes me by the wrist and pins my arm behind my back, gripping my jaw in his other hand.

Looking down at me with half-lidded eyes, he says, “Permission to do with you as I please.”

Even though it’s technically a question, his tone is still that dark, commanding one.

My heart wasn’t made for this kind of stress. It’s dizzy, swooning inside my chest like a drunk with balance problems.

“What if…” I moisten my lips, trying to catch my breath. “What if you do something I don’t want?”

“Say ‘red’ and I’ll stop. If you get uncomfortable but aren’t sure if you want me to stop yet, say ‘yellow.’ If you like something, say ‘green.’”

I picture myself writhing around on the bed as he has his way with me, blabbering deliriously, “Green, green, green!”

“I’ll check in with you as we go to make sure you’re doing okay. I won’t harm you. You’ll be in charge. Everything stops if you say so. Now give me your permission.”

He claims I’ll be in charge, but I’m barely even in charge of my bodily functions.

My entire central nervous system is in meltdown mode. My pulse is hammering, my knees are knocking, and my lungs aren’t feeding my brain nearly enough oxygen. I literally feel as if I’m about to pass out cold. The only thing keeping me standing is the hand I’ve got curled into the waistband of his sweats.

“I … I…”

Kage waits, nostrils flared and lips thinned, looking so damn hot I’m sweating.

Finally, it comes out in a breathless rush. “Oh, fuck it. Yes, you have my permission.”

Before I can pass out, he picks me up in his arms and strides into the bedroom.